You don't have to wait long for Mitch to arrive.
Your (blond haired and well-build) long-time buddy enters your flat only some minutes after you put on some clothes - clothes that feel weird on your body which is slowly getting used to be naked or furred.
Mitch chucks you a six-pack of beer and throws his jacket over your couch, than he greets you with that winning smile he always wears.
"Hey, bud, ready for the game?" he asks grinning.
Outwardly returning his grin, you feel erringly distant to this man in the inside. While your brain knows that this man is your long-time friend, your body and emotions suddenly feel him to be a stranger.
His smell does not seem right and his friendly human-smiles look awkward to you.
The bitch you are in the inside growls in anticipation of what is to come...
Butch strolls into the room and pretends to be a normal dog. His tail's wagging and he licks Mitch's hands as your 'buddy' pets Butch's head and scratches behind the dog's ears.
"Let's watch the game, bro" you say to Mitch and your human voice somehow sounds alien to you.
For the next few minutes, you and Mitch hit the couch and watch the first few minutes of the game on TV. Both of you drain some beers and you are even able to react to some of Mitch's jokes about farting and women.
You only feel that Butch, your master, is getting impatient, as your body reacts to his dominance with your penis slowly shrinking back into your re-emerging vagina.
You swallow hard as your gaze hits Butch, wo is lying next to the couch in an dark corner of the room, eyes gleaming with lust and the collar tucked between his sharp teeth.
"Heeeyrrr, bro'" you say to Mitch, your voice trailing with a hint of an canine growl, "what about a crazy bet. You' in?"
Mitch, chucking another empty beer-can behind the couch, grins at you and nods. "'course I'm in! I'm no sissy, ya know! What's it gonna be?"
"I want you to dare something and if you don't want to do what I'm gonna ask you to do, you have to do something else," you start, somehow managing to suppress your canine growls.
"You accept the dare, you win and I'm gonna buy us some tickets for the next game, so we don't have to watch it on TV."
"Sounds fun, tell me about it," Mitch challenges you.
"Listen, I want you to french my dog," you whisper to Mitch, grinning.
Mitch's eyes go wide and he looks like he's going to say something, than he just starts laughing loud.
You exchange a short worried gaze with Butch, then you face Mitch again.
"Hah, you got me," Mitch says, still chuckling, "but I won't french-kiss your dog. Don't you know how much he smells from the mouth? Hah, I think I have to decline your dare, so bye-bye tickets. What's it gonna be I have to do for losing?"
You smell Butch's growing sexuality as your dog-master gets up and pads toward the couch, where he puts the collar into your hands.
You take the leather collar, presenting it to Mitch, telling him "You'll have to wear this little buddy for the rest of the game for you are a bitch to decline my dare."
Mitch grins, opens up another can of beer and takes the collar from you.
"Seems I am a bitch, you sucker. Fair and square, I'm gonna wear this collar..."
Still grinning, Mitch puts the collar around his neck and fastens it.
"Wow, it's like it's been made for me. Fits perfectly," he tells you while taking a deep sip out of his beer-can.
"Grrrrrrrrr," he growls grinning, "I'm your bitch."
"Yes, you are," Butch says to Mitch, who is now fully able to understand what the dog is saying to him.
Butch's mighty cock is fully grown out of it's furred sheath and you feel your breasts grow to full size again as your pack-master Butch forces your body back to it's human bitch-form.
"Fuck, I think yourrrr dog justrrr talked to me, brrrrro," Mitch growls surprised...